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Her face lights up with glee as she smiles and jots that down, and I almost feel bad about my attitude. Almost.

“Any issues with the alphas? The moderator has already made note of the one with the…oral fixation. He was obviously here for himself if that was all he cared about.”

Yeah, repeatedly trying to shove your dick into an omegas mouth when she specifically asks younotto… I’m not here because I like you, Henry. I’m here because the one thing I hate about being an omega doesn’t stop just because I haven’t found my pack.

“Everyone else was fine.” I shrug again. “But yes, Henry thought that just because I was an omega in heat, it must mean I wanted my mouth full of his dick.”

I mean it is kind of my fault for opting for the cheaper heat package—the one that only comes with alphas who havevolunteered…not the ones who are specifically trained to handle omegas in heat.

The beta flushes scarlet and clears her throat, as if she doesn’t work for a facility that is specifically designed for omegas to come get fucked six ways to Sunday in a semi-safe environment. “We appreciate your time, Ms. Beckham. We will be putting Henry on probation and if his behavior doesn’t improve, he will be banned from volunteering.”

“Good.” I nod once, hiking my overnight bag further up my shoulder. “Can you blacklist him fromhelpingme again?”

“Of course. We’ll see you in three months, Ms. Beckham.”

I pause, my lips pursing. They haven’t asked me to pay. I shouldn’t look a gift-horse in the mouth, but the last thing I need is for a bill to come in the mail later. “Don’t I need to pay?”

“It’s taken care of,” she waves me off, “a…Cady De Lucca called two days ago to put her card on file for your balance.”

Dammit Cady.

After thanking her and leaving through the clinical, stark white reception room double doors, I pull my phone out.

Me

I'm safe and sound and apparently paid for???

Cady

What good am I if I can't pay for my bestie to get a good fucking?

I don't point out that the fucking was far fromgood, because really, the last thing I need is my best friend pitying me. Just because she's found her magical true scent-matched pack when she never wanted one, and I'm still spending my heats in and out of heat clinics…none of this equates to her fucking paying for my heat clinic stay. Like I'm some kind of charity case.

Gods, if she knew therealreason I haven't settled down with a pack yet, she would have tried to start paying for my visits a lot sooner.

Me

You didn't have to do that, Cades. I'm more than capable of paying for my own heat clinic visit.

Her reply is nearly instant.

Cady

Of course you are, Hannah-Banana. But I love you and wanted to show you.

I feel so fucking useless in this friendship sometimes, I just wanted to do something nice for you.

If it really bothers you, you can pay me back.

Despite myself, a smirk pulls at my lips as I reach my car.

Me

Well, I wouldn't gothatfar.

Cady

Just count it as payment for doing my hair for Titus' birthday party in a few days ??

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